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Postscript Re: Sarah

I don’t mind saved drafts, they are vital to the writer’s journey to psychic wholeness; for the alchemy of maturity must be performed alone, in private; however, lately, I have been saving too many drafts in what I can only perceive as an attempt to avoid writing about what I have been meaning to write…

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Musing on Life Through Jack London’s ‘The Star Rover’: “The one man” and “The one woman”

I’m a fan of Jack London. He is, like Steinbeck, one of those California writers who hold a special place in my heart. I see myself like them, and their philosophies speak to me. And while Jack London is best known for adventure stories like Call of The Wild, The White Fang, and Sea Wolf,…

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Introduction to LEVELS

Life is a game called Levels. The game has to be fun The game has to be exciting You have to be (stay) excited to play the game everyday You have to know the levels and you have to have a strategy (To maximize probability of desired outcomes) for each level. The game is a…

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No-Nut Level: God Mode Activated

This has been a fruitful season of my life. Full of growth: I’ve learned to be truly alone and emotionally independent. I’ve overcome fear, worry, self-doubt I’ve come to agree full-stop with John Mayer, that “Drinking is a fucking con.” I’ve finally quit my on-again, off-again relationship with organic American Spirits (‘But they’re organic!’). I’ve…

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Little Thing, Whom I Love

Tonight, I found the door down, Which leans against the deck, Where a gate ought go – And so, bent to lift it, Dragging the wooden thing up across the deck – wait – the mouse! He’s – This little waif under the door, He’s on his side, writhing slow I’ve hurt him – no!!…

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And I’m Here

I’m looking to simplify life; for, at thirty-one, I find life complex beyond need.  In my quest to simplify life, what I am really after are my goals.  I’ve found that as I’ve gotten older my priorities have changed. While writing has always been a thread of my life, from childhood to present, I didn’t…

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To Dead Ambitions

Reflecting by the fire on lost time, Mourning the me I had to let die For in real life, it’s Batman or Master Wayne; Like Wiz said: you gotta know your lane And so, freed from inartistic wishes, I dedicate this obit to dead ambitions

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The Beauty Forgotten

Thirty one trips around the sun, always changing, always growing; I enjoy Pearl Jam, I watch Rugrats again (The latter as musical as the former). What’s more, I have reclaimed some of the beauty forgotten, the long-lost treasures buried in the epoch of my youth. For I received a box of childhood memories from my sister this…

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The Redeemer

I feel anxious for the future tonight, as if I ought to be working on a story or my business; yet, it’s late Saturday night and I’ll be working tomorrow – besides, Kitty and I stopped by the dispensary earlier and we are laying in bed watching Radical Something videos (“One Soul”). To add to…

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 Casting Spells

Thinking about the future; using goals as gamification (reward): asking myself exactly what it is I want out of life.  My artistic goals are set in stone; however, I am a renaissance man: thus the breadth of my interests and desires begs more than artistic success.  And regardless of my writing goals, it would be senseless…

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And I Am

I feel like journaling at the moment -something I sometimes do here but have done a bit more prolifically via pen and paper – however, like a young Leonard Cohen taking pictures of himself – aware of his (And their potential significance one day) – I think I might rather write here instead. After all,…

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Sunday Night Thoughts

Time: the great cannabalizer and finisher of all things.  I say this neither stoically nor nihilisitically, but merely to note that there is no more powerful force in life.  I never imagined being a man, being mature, and reaching this age in my life – this epoch in time, between possibility and life.  I know…

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Ranting on Those Bastard Collective Neurosis: Religion and Spirituality

I’m not going to lie: I have spent fifteen minutes attempting to open this entry. Here goes nothing world, Lawrence Black now contributes his metaphysical phislosophies to the pithy sum of all religious and spiritual thought. Godspeed, Sir Black.  That, unfortunately, was the best I could do. It is difficult to write about your spirituality: in…

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